Why Scarlett Never Really Loved Ashley, Anyway.

Why Scarlett Never Really Loved Ashley, Anyway.
by Robert Diamante

I go down,
I surface, breathe.
go down again.

A vexing cycle.

But not today. Today

I choose to swim,
So I swim, do not

sink into despair.
I stay equal with my beloved

over there

mounted on the bank, who

once held out his hand.

Reeling in the current,
I make my way inside the tide
into which I have I surrendered.

All I see is water. Water and air,

which I breath.

Then the curtain rises and he is

far away.

Goodbye man on the bank.
Goodbye watcher, stander still.
Farewell you, drowning man,
whose feet have never reeled.